I knew it. I knew it!

I was exactly right about how to profit from the stock market crash - but scroll past all that to read about meeting Jennifer Aniston, in the flesh, in a toilet.

I knew I was right. I bloody knew it. I knew he was going to make a song and dance about tariffs, crash the markets, presumably to help his cronies buy stocks cheap - then withdraw the tariffs and watch the markets soar back. When I said this to friends and family, they said I was crediting him with too much intelligence. That he was just a deranged narcissist with his own petty axe to grind.

While I do think that people who followed him for the money might have missed the fact that he’s far more interested in flexing his own fuckery than in actually making any - have you seen his long list of bankruptcies? - I also think he’s got a bit more going on than that.

In case you start unsubscribing right now - I’m not here to praise that man. Let’s not even start on his disassembling of the state itself, the vengeance against the judiciary, the groundbreaking scientific and medical research being thrown into the bin, the innocent people thrown into an El Salvador jail, the rapes, the removal of information from libraries. It’s the attempted start of fascism and I’m under no illusions there.

I just think that it’s worth analysing what he is trying to do financially. Partly because I’m trying to do it too. Ok that sounds wrong.

What I mean is, I told my daughter that we would